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"Areyouready?"

The Asian man in the middle of the stage shouted.

Everyone in the audience raised their hands and shouted in response: "Yeah!"

"3, 2, 1, Let's go!"

Immediately, the sound of drums rang out, electronic music surrounded the entire dance floor, and there was a lot of noise, and there were ecstasy and ghosts everywhere.Blonde hair, black hair, yellow skin, white skin, people of all colors jumped up without any scruples.The heart was beating violently, as if responding to the beat of the drums.With the swaying of the body, except for the hem of the clothes, there is also the mood of letting go of everything.

Qin Xi shook his hair, and the sweat was like rain, and he swayed it like a shower.

He has earphones hanging on one ear, his arms keep sliding on the disc player, and his body shakes rhythmically with the beat of the drums.Because he is particularly sensitive to rhythm, he creates an atmosphere that is exceptionally good.

A blond beauty in a bunny uniform came over with a glass of wine.

She put the wine glass by the table in front of Qin Xi, and winked at him: "Qin, that guest ordered the wine for you."

After finishing speaking, she turned her head and lifted her chin to a man not far away.

Qin Xi looked over.

The man was about 30 years old, he was white, and he was surrounded by a group of men of different races, sitting in a booth near the stage.

Qin Xi picked up the wine glass and raised his hand over there, as a sign of respect.

The man nodded with a smile, raised his wine glass, and clinked the glass with him in the air.

This kind of thing is commonplace for Qin Xi.

At three o'clock in the morning, the bar was cleaning. Qin Xi tidied up the machines on the stage, stretched himself, and walked slowly to the back door.

As soon as he went out, he saw a car parked at the back alley.

He walked to the front of the car, and the window was rolled down, revealing a warm face inside.

"Get in the car."

Qin Xi opened the car door and sat in.

The driver was Cheng Hao, the owner of this bar, and he could be regarded as the only person Qin Xi trusted in New York.Cheng Hao is slightly older, a second-generation overseas Chinese.He grew up locally in a good family and opened a bar in the Browns.

It's just that this bar only caters to men, which is the so-called same-sex/bar.

Because it incorporates some Asian elements and has a unique style, it is very popular with Asians, so many people come here here from other places.The level of guests served in the bar is uneven, some people look ordinary, but their identities are not simple.Some people looked at Zhang Yang, but they were just ordinary people.

However, regardless of the background of the guests, there is only one purpose for coming here, and that is to have fun!

Two years ago, Qin Xi had to start looking for a job because of family reasons.When I was applying for a job in a coffee shop, I happened to meet Cheng Hao who came in to buy coffee.

Cheng Hao expressed that there was a lack of people in his store, and asked him if he was interested in going to work, the salary is good, and he also has insurance!This is a very good temptation, Qin Xi naturally has no reason to give up.

He learned how to use a video player in the bar, and won unanimous praise from the guests with his talent.And once this work was done, it took two years.

"You look very tired, why don't you go to my place tonight? You have to go to class tomorrow. My house is close to your school. I'll drive you there tomorrow morning."

Cheng Hao looked at Qin Xi's exhausted face and said worriedly.

"No, I want to go home."

After speaking, Qin Xi closed his eyes and leaned against the car window.

Cheng Hao sighed and didn't ask any more questions.

He knew Qin Xi's temper very well, as long as it was something he insisted on, no matter how much he persuaded him, it would be a waste of time.

Back at the apartment, Qin Xi quickly took a shower, then fell onto the bed topless.

He is too tired.

All the muscles in his body were tense all the time, and it was only now that he relaxed.

I have to attend classes during the day and deal with heavy schoolwork.I have to go to work at night, and occasionally I have to make up lessons for others and do tutoring.He wanted so much to stop and rest, but he couldn't.

Rent, living expenses, tuition fees, credit card loans... If he doesn't work, who will support him?

If he had insisted on staying in the country three years ago, wouldn't this be the case now?

It's ridiculous, he obeyed his parents' wishes, gave up his dream and came to the United States to study business management, but his parents were separated from him forever because of an airplane accident on the way to see him.

He was like a peddler pushing a cart on the hillside, but halfway through, the wheel of the wheel was broken, looking at the direction of the top of the mountain, he didn't know what to do.Fortunately, however, he persevered in the end.

Probably because he had a reason that he couldn't back down.

The morning is an elective course for Professor Birch, and it is always full of guests.His teaching is interesting and lively, which is very popular with students.

Qin Xi was sitting in the corner of the classroom by the window, propping his chin with one hand, and taking notes seriously with the other.

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

A tall Asian boy with black earrings and light gray hair came in from the door quite strikingly.

He has a baby face, soft features, fair skin, and is full of vigor from head to toe.

Professor Birch looked back at him and said, "I don't like my students being late. If you come late next time, you can give up this class."

The gray-haired boy scratched his head embarrassingly, showing a sunny smile: "I'm sorry, I won't be late next time!"

His smile is beautiful and healing.

After saying hello, he quietly walked from one side to the end of the classroom, found an empty seat and sat down.And this empty seat happened to be beside Qin Xi.

Qin Xi didn't pay much attention to it, and still recorded the text seriously.

After a while, he suddenly heard a vibration.

Turning around to look, I saw the gray-haired boy carelessly took out his mobile phone from the desk, glanced at it, and threw it back into the desk.

Then he opened the textbook, closed his eyes and lay down on the book.

Qin Xi snorted contemptuously in his heart, stopped paying attention to him, and continued to listen to the class seriously.

He extremely hates this kind of students who sleep in class and waste time.

The Asian students who attend classes here are roughly divided into two types: one is the hard-working student who studies hard in order to get ahead and not waste the painstaking efforts of their parents because their families are not well-off; He is a second-generation prodigal rich second generation who wears a famous brand and drives a luxury car. He only eats and waits to die.

Obviously, the person next to me is of the latter category.

After listening for a while, Qin Xi yawned. Because of the serious lack of sleep, he felt that he was about to be unable to hold on.

Suddenly, the whole table shook violently, startling him.

The rich second generation was obviously also frightened, straightened up quickly, and immediately reached out to take out the mobile phone from the desk.

Qin Xi frowned and gave him a displeased look.

The boy didn't notice his movement, and put on the wireless headset after replying to the message with a smile.

After being disturbed like this, Qin Xi became more sober.

He continued to listen carefully to the subject.

Not long after, he heard a strange "buzzing" sound again.

Turning his head to look, he suddenly became angry.

This second generation ancestor is playing games with his head down hard.

His voice was so loud that even Qin Xi could hear the blasting sound coming from the earphone.

Gritting his teeth, Qin Xi narrowed his eyes.

He reached out, snatched the phone from the gray-haired hand at lightning speed and threw it out of the window, his movements were as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, without any hesitation.

After throwing away the phone, he still supported his chin with one hand, and carefully took notes with the other, as if all this had never happened.

"..."

Mu Tian stared blankly at his empty palm.

What about cell phones?

He turned to look at the boy next to him.

This person is also Asian, with a sexy and provocative profile.

His arms lazily supported that handsome and extraordinary face, and his slightly long bangs half covered his deep eyes.His nose is straight and straight, and his lips are light but moist.The skin is as clean and lustrous as white porcelain, and the temperament is calm and restrained, which is the appearance of an ascetic male protagonist in a novel.

However, good-looking is good-looking, but his personality is very irritable.How can he throw away other people's mobile phones at will?

Who does he think he is!

Glancing at him resentfully, Mu Tian took off his earphones with a sullen face.

After finally getting out of class, he quickly put away his textbooks, turned around and said something in Chinese to Qin Xi: "Hey, is there anything you can't say well? Why did you throw away my phone?"

Qin Xi was stunned: Are you Chinese?

But so what?

Without even raising his eyelids, he closed the notebook and put it in his bag casually, and replied, "You are very noisy."

After speaking, he stood up, threw his bag over his shoulder, and strode out of the classroom.

"you……"

Mu Tian stared at his back in dumbfounded, it took a while to realize that his mobile phone was still lying downstairs, so he quickly picked up his things and went out.

a few days later.

At a burger joint in Manhattan, two best friends chat while eating fast food.

"I told you, it's not that I didn't reply to your message on purpose, it's because my phone is broken, and I haven't had time to buy a new one yet."

Mu Tian took a mouthful of the hamburger somewhat depressed.

Wei Lan, who was sitting opposite him, squinted at him with some distrust: "Why did it suddenly break down? Didn't you give me a good answer before?"

Mu Tian snorted: "It was broken by a bastard."

"Huh? Who is it?"

"Oh, I don't know, my deskmate is also Chinese."

Mu Tian put down the burger, took out a stack of money and handed it over.

"Here, this is the money you bought for me last time."

Wei Lan frowned: "Why don't you transfer the money, who still uses cash now?"

Mu Tian glanced at him impatiently, then looked out the window, and said, "When you go to the bar to play, do you pay tips by transfer?"

Wei Lan suddenly realized.

"Yes, you are thoughtful. However, you don't like to go to bars. How about going to have fun with me tomorrow night? A friend of mine introduced a good bar, and it is said that there are many Asians in it."

Mu Tian shook his head: "No. I don't like such a noisy place, it's better to play games at home."

Wei Lan threw French fries at him, and said dissatisfiedly: "Game, game, you know the game! Sitting there all day, watch out for your waist!"

Mu Tian snorted: "You should be careful about your waist! You're not afraid of getting sick if you fool around all day long!"

Wei Lan had dark lines on his face.

"Where am I fooling around, same-sex/bars are not as chaotic as you think. If you don't believe me, you can go and have a try."

"No, I'm a straight man, why go to that kind of place."

Wei Lan giggled: "You must be very popular with your looks."

"roll!"

Although he refused thoroughly, he finally appeared at the door of the bar named "TOP" with Wei Lan and others.